Harper's Little Spitfire

by Angel Steel

  CHAPTER

  NINETEEN

  Sage stretched as the sunlight from the window woke her up. Rolling over, she threw her arm across the bed and found it cold and empty. Opening her eyes, she lifted up on her elbows and glanced around the room; she was alone in the bed. Huffing out a breath, she dropped back to the bed, threw the pillow over her face and groaned. It was probably early, since neither of the boys were lying beside here.

  Flicking the blanket off, she sat and listened for any tell-tale sign of them in the cabin. Listening carefully, water sounded to her right and she grinned. One of them was in the shower. Maybe she could surprise whoever it was by joining them.

  Standing from the bed, still naked from the night before, she made her way to the door. Pushing it open a little, she gasped as Zeb stood, dripping wet, drying his head. Water dripped down over his chest, down his abs and over his semi-erect cock.

  Licking her lips, standing unmoving as she watched a drop of water slide its way down along his cock, Sage groaned when it twitched as she looked on. Her eyes moved back up his body and blushed as Zeb grinned at her.

  “Morning, spitfire,” he said, his voice teasing and husky.

  “Morning,” she squeaked in response.

  She could not take her eyes away from him. His piercings glistened in the light from the room as he stood there, allowing her to get her fill of him.

  He stepped forward, breaking her gaze from his cock. “You want something, spitfire?” In addition, there was the question. She wanted something all right; she was just unsure how to go for it.

  His hand rested on his chest; her eyes glued to where it sat, she moaned as he began to slide it down his body while he stood a mere inches away from her.

  Swallowing the lump in her throat, his hand slid lower, gripped his now-hard erection and began stroking it right in front of her. Clamping her thighs together, she moaned in desire as her pussy clenched with wanting him there.

  “You want this?” he rasped, his hand sliding quicker over his length as his eyes roamed over her exposed body.

  As soon as she nodded, Zeb was on her. Picking her up, she instantly wrapped her legs around his waist as he closed the bathroom door, walked towards the vanity and sat her there.

  He shifted her legs enough to release him, but still wrapped around him enough that he could push his hand between their bodies and start to massage her clit.

  Her head banged against the mirror as she pushed against his finger while he picked up pace. Her legs fell open, widening further for him, and nails raked down his chest; he pinched her clit. Gasping, she began moving her hips in time with his fingers.

  “You are so responsive, spitfire,” he moaned, his voice thick. His hips rocked with hers and she pulled him tighter against her.

  Digging her heels into his ass, she slid her hand down and wrapped it around his girth. He growled when she began stroking him at the same pace he was using on her.

  She could not wait any longer for him. Rubbing the tip of his head over her opening, both of them moaned at the contact. The head of him slipped inside of her; her back arched from the mirror, pushing him a little deeper.

  Zeb removed his hand from between them and gripped onto her hips, holding her there.

  “Are you sure, spitfire? I don’t want to hurt you,” he grit out as she squeezed her muscles around him.

  “Please, I want you inside of me. It hurts. I need you to take the pain away,” she whimpered around her honesty.

  Zeb pulled away just enough and gripped his cock. He stared into her eyes, “Are you sore? I don’t want to hurt you more if you are, baby.”

  Gripping his hand in hers, she slid them down between her legs and pushed his fingers into her. Her body rocked against his fingers as they slowly slid in and out of her.

  “I need you here, now. I need to come so bad. Please. If you don’t want to, I’ll do it myself,” she moaned as she gripped around him. She needed him. She was a little sore, but if she didn’t have him inside of her in the next few moments, she’d die. She knew she pushed his button enough by telling him she’d do it herself. None of them would sit there and allow her to please herself if they could do it better.

  Growling, he pulled his fingers out of her and positioned the head of his erection at her entrance. Her head fell to his shoulder as his grip tightened on her hips. Wiggling to get him to slide into her, he pulled back enough and then he slammed forward in one single thrust.

  Screaming into his neck, she wrapped around him, legs and arms, not letting go as he panted for breath.

  Wrapping an arm around her, he slid out and back in, single thrusts, deep and hard. She moaned as he twisted his hips, rocking her with him as his movements became wild. His growls pushed her desire higher, clenching her muscles around him. Sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her from the vanity, he stood in the middle of the bathroom, lifting her up and down on his erection. The friction of it brought her closer and closer to release.

  Her hands reached into his hair, grabbed a handful and ripped his head back as she bit down on his neck. As he lifted up, she slammed down on him and rotated her hips, causing them both to moan at the sensation.

  She felt her body moving and hit the wall; Zeb had her pinned, his thrusts urgent. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to, which she absolutely didn’t. She wanted, needed and loved every moment of this. His chest pressed into hers while his hips moved frantically. His mouth found the side of her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin, and she raked her nails down his back.

  His head thrown back as he continued his movements, his eyes latched to hers; the desire she could see only intensified hers more.

  “Harder!” she screamed out. There was no need to hold back. After last night, she knew she could tell them all want she wanted and needed.

  “Fuck!” Zeb shouted out in response.

  He turned them around and rested against the wall with his weight. Sage gripped his shoulder and slid up and down his length faster, grinding her clit against him. His hands gripped painfully on her hips as she shifted up and down.

  His back banged against the wall while she moved with him. Her nails dug into his shoulder, her pussy clenched around him and she screamed out his name, exploding.

  He growled, spun her around and pushed her against the wall, pounding harder and harder into her. He thickened further inside of her core; Zeb was on the verge of coming himself. Lifting her hand, she pulled on his nipple and twisted, giving him a little pain with the pleasure of it. She couldn’t catch her breath; he was fucking her hard and she loved every hard pound of it; she wanted it this way.

  Her body arched from the wall as another orgasm flew through her body. At the same time, Zeb moaned, threw his head back and roared his release. He pulsated deep inside of her.

  Zeb slowed his movements until he came to a complete stop. Breathing heavily, he leaned his head against the wall at her shoulder.

  Both their bodies were covered in a light mist of sweat. Her breasts rubbed slightly over his chest when he stood up and moved her toward the vanity again. Placing her down, he slowly and carefully pulled out of her, walked over to the shower and turned it on.

  She held back the whimper at the loss of him. As he turned to face her, she couldn’t help the silly grin that covered her face. Shaking her head, Sage slid off and placed her hand in Zeb’s as he raised it for her to take. He walked her into the shower and stood with her, washing every inch of her body. She held back the desire to jump him again. Zeb standing there, water running down his naked body, sent all kinds of images flashing through her brain. She would do it, but after the hard pounding she just received, she was a little too tender down there to even consider round two with him.

  He was obviously thinking the same thing as his hands slid over her body. His erection jostled out in front of him, making it hard to move around in the shower. She had to laugh when he groaned in response to her turning and bending over to wash her legs.

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sp; Looking up at him, she maintained a straight face and asked an innocent, “What?”

  “You know exactly what you’re doing, spitfire,” he growled, not buying her innocent expression.

  He wrapped his own hand around his pulsating erection and started to stroke, extremely slow. Her eyes glued to his hand, she gulped, stood up and stepped away from him.

  “Okay, I promise I won’t do anything more,” she promised.

  Laughing, he dropped his hand away from himself and opened the door to exit out of the shower.

  “You finish up your shower and meet me out in the kitchen. I’ll make you something to eat.”

  Closing the door to keep the heat in, she called out, “Okay.”

  Grinning to herself, she reached for the soap and washed herself in record time. Her stomach rumbled at the mention of food. Turning the water off, she stepped out and smiled when she noticed a towel neatly folded on the vanity.

  Picking it up, she held it to her face. Each one of the boys were nice in their own way, when it came to her anyway. They were all caring in their own way. Their over-the-top protective streaks pissed her off a little, but she readily admitted she loved that about them all. They showed their affection differently towards her. Caleb was more outspoken about his feelings, and she loved that about him. Logan was more reserved, but his feelings always shone through his eyes, and Zeb, he was a mixture of the two, warmer than Logan, but a little bit more distant.

  Drying herself off, she walked back into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of panties and one of the t-shirts she pulled from the dresser. It was hard to tell which one of the boys the shirt belonged to since they were close in size.

  Pulling the door open, she moved out into the small hallway and made her way towards the kitchen. Once there, she stood at the archway staring. Zeb leaned against the bench as he looked at the stove. Logan stared out into the yard holding a cup in his hand.

  Caleb wasn’t in sight. Stepping into the kitchen, she asked, walking towards the fridge, “Where’s Caleb?”

  Zeb laughed and pointed over his shoulder. “He’s in there.”

  Looking at where he pointed, she frowned and moved that way.

  Caleb sat on the sofa with a blanket wrapped around him, his eyes closed.

  “Why isn’t he up?” she said, facing the two brothers.

  Logan turned and faced her. Her breath caught in her throat at how sexy he looked in his ripped jeans, no shirt and bare feet. He rested against the bench as his eyes roamed over her. Blushing, she dropped her head as thoughts from last night flashed through her mind, sending a wave of heat through her body.

  Logan’s feet came into view. Lifting her head, her eyes connected with his. There was nothing innocent in his eyes. Dark with lust, he stepped closer until she was pushed back against the small wall in the kitchen.

  “You would look so much better without that shirt on, spread out on the table, so we could feast on that gorgeous body of yours,” Logan whispered against her lips.

  Swallowing the moan, she turned her head away. Logan’s lips trailed from below her ear to the top of her neck. Her hands fisted in the shirt she wore, knowing if she touched him, she’d be all over him.

  His hands slid down the side of her, bunching the shirt at her thighs. His fingers traced circles at the seam of the shirt, sending shocks of pleasure through her system.

  Logan groaned into her neck as his own hands tightened on the bottom of the shirt.

  “No playing till we get home,” Zeb’s voice echoed through the haze of desire.

  Logan pulled away from her and glared at Zeb. “I can play all I want,” he growled. Logan immediately spun around and lifted her. Automatically wrapping her legs around his waist, Logan walked them towards the bench closest to Zeb. Sitting her down on top, his hands roamed from her knees up to her thighs. Shifting slightly, her legs fell apart, wanting him higher.

  “I need more,” Caleb’s voice slurred from the sofa.

  Frowning, she glanced over Logan’s shoulder and gasped. “What does he need more of?” she questioned.

  “More booze,” Logan said as he ground into her. Pushing the desire away, she pushed against Logan’s chest, jumped off the bench and started to walk into the lounge room, only to be stopped by a strong arm wrapping around her waist and being pulled back into a strong hard chest.

  “Why does he want more booze? It’s way too early to be drinking.” She spun around in his grip and crossed her arms over her chest, which pulled the shirt further up her thighs. “Did you guys have a fight?”

  Logan’s eye were glued to her exposed thighs. Clicking her fingers in front of his eyes till he looked at her, she raised her eyebrows, waiting for a response.

  “Let’s have a little play time before we head out. Don’t worry about him; he’ll be fine,” Logan said. Licking his lips and stepping towards her, his eyes went back down to her bare legs.

  She stepped back away from him, placing her hands on her hips. “How can you say that? I worry about all of you,” she hissed. She cared for all of them. Even after what Mac had done, she still cared. They all held a place in her heart. However, the three right here now with her were more than Mac.

  Logan groaned. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked into her eyes. “We know you do, spitfire. And we care about you as well. Caleb’s just in a little bit of pain, hence the reason he needs more booze.”

  “What? What happened?” She spun around and stomped towards where he sat on the sofa.

  Both Zeb and Logan beat her to him and stood in front of her, stopping her from reaching him.

  “What did you do to him?” she growled. She tried moving past them, but it was like hitting a damn brick wall with the two of them. Huffing out a breath, she glared at both of them as they stood there.

  Caleb groaned on the sofa behind them. Logan looked over his shoulder, breaking his eyes from her, as did Zeb. She pushed her way past them and stopped in front of Caleb. Glancing over him, there were no visible markings on his face or on any of the skin that was showing.

  She knelt down at his feet. He had the blanket pulled up over his chest, and she noticed he was leaning more to his left side them the other. She shifted closer to him and reached for the blanket to pull it down to check him out, but his hand shot out and gripped her wrist.

  “Spitfire, if you touch me anywhere right now, you will end up on your back with me deep inside of you. So unless you want that, stop touching,” Caleb grit out.

  She could see the pain that covered his face. It wasn’t from the fact that he wanted her; it was from actually being in pain.

  She went to grab the blanket again, but Caleb shot out of the seat, knocking her to the ground. She gasped as her eyes found why he was drinking so early. “What the hell happened?” she whispered her eyes glued to his side. Logan shot forward and knelt down beside her, but she never took her eyes from Caleb.

  His whole left side was covered in a nasty looking bruise. Black in the centre over his ribs, then purplish/yellow around the outer part. His right hand flattened against his chest as his breathing increased.

  She stood up on shaky legs and walked up to him. “How did that happen? It wasn’t there last night; I would have noticed it straight away.”

  Caleb staggered away from her and into the kitchen. She heard the cupboards slam shut several times, and then he was stumbling back into the room. He caught himself on the wall as his legs didn’t agree with his movements. Zeb shifted towards him, trying to help him out.

  Caleb pushed him away. “I don’t need your help.” Shaking his head, Zeb moved away from Caleb and headed back into the kitchen. She watched on as Caleb removed the lid from the bottle in his hand and gulped down several mouthfuls. She watched as the liquid slid from the bottle down his throat.

  He kept swallowing; he was down at least a quarter of it, and he wasn’t going to let up. She shot forward and pulled the bottle away from him before he could drink any more. He growled at her, trying to g
rab the bottle.

  “Don’t you dare growl at me, Caleb Harper. You’ve had plenty,” she reprimanded, then turned around and headed for the kitchen.

  Opening the cupboard above the sink, she placed the bottle back there and spun around. Caleb stood fuming, glared at her.

  “That was mine,” he grit out with a slur.

  “I don’t care if it was yours. You don’t need anymore. You’re drunk enough as it is, Caleb.”

  “Not drunk enough,” he mumbled. His face relaxed as he looked over her from head to toe. Taking a step at a time, he stalked her. Oh, shit! She had a drunk, horny Caleb heading her way. And damn if it didn’t turn her on.

  She moved to the left to get out of his path, but he moved quickly, and his arm shot out, catching her around the waist. Her breathing accelerated as Caleb’s fingers stroked over her lower stomach. His breath lingered near her neck and she felt the evidence of his arousal grinding into her ass. His hand tightened on her, pushing himself harder against her.

  “Wanna play, spitfire? I can spread those gorgeous legs of yours and taste you. Just the thought is making me hungry. Or I can throw you over the sofa and fuck you from behind. Would you prefer that, spitfire?”

  Holy Shit! Her insides clenched his words. She wanted it all. But she pushed her hormones down and slid from his grip to face him. “I’m not sleeping with you while you’re drunk, Caleb.” She moved closer to Zeb.

  “Who said anything about sleeping? All I was thinking about is fucking till we pass out. Come on, spitfire. Let’s have some fun.” He stumbled towards her but caught himself on the bench. She went to go to him, but Zeb gripped her arm.

  She looked at Zeb, shaking his head at her; her eyes went back to Caleb. He was struggling to stand up right, his breathing shallow, obviously from the pain from moving too quickly.